"We must stop his mouth, if he talks." I put my hand on my revolver.

Sapt hailed the doorkeeper.

The stars fought for us! A little girl of fourteen tripped out.
"Please, sir, father's gone to see the King." "He'd better have stayed here," said Sapt to me, grinning.
"But he said I wasn't to open the gate, sir." "Did he, my dear ?" said Sapt, dismounting.

"Then give me the key." The key was in the child's hand.

Sapt gave her a crown.
"Here's an order from the King.